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Like it or not, we live in an age of dynasties. Who else can you trust to run the family business... except family? I'm a Stansfield. At least that's what my father wants you to believe. For generations, this has been our dynasty following rules, not a hair out of line, and keep your secrets secret. And today, that would be true if Blake Carrington kept his dick in his pants. I am Alexander Stansfield to the outside world, but to my family and close friends, I'm Lex Carrington. I know what you're thinking. How can I trust outsiders with my colossal secret? How do I know my so-called friends won't expose Blake or me? Well, let me refer to a saying by some guy I probably would've blown. "Know thy enemy," and in Atlanta, Georgia, when you have this much pull, everyone is your enemy. Dynasty (2017) x M!OC
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I know.

10 years. 10 years of hating Griffin Taylor. Luckily for me, he lives hundreds of miles away and I very rarely have to handle the knowledge he's in town for his 48 hour visits. Some supposed best friend he turned out to be. Mum and dad would have screamed at him for hours for missing the things he did. Though, Griffin Taylor never did care about other people's feelings. I always thought I wasn't apart of that rule. That I was different to him. His best friend. His rock. No call. No text, no message through his mum or his brother. Nothing. Mine and Piper's world collapsed from under us. Total strangers on the outskirts of town showed their love and support. But Griffin? He showed up 18 months later with barely a word before taking another life altering phone call. Ass. Now, 6 years after I last had the pleasure of being in his almighty presence, Piper made the overwhelming, stupid decision to invite him to her wedding. It's fine. He'll be here for his usual 48 hours and I'll find a million things to keep me out of his way so I'll barely see him. It's fine. Not a problem. I can handle it. Piper wants him here, Piper wants her family here and I guess, with no one else, the Taylor's are family. For Piper I'll keep my thoughts to myself, I'll smile and I'll be the good Christian I am. But as far as I care, Griffin Taylor can rot. In. Hell.

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